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Alright, buckle up, fam—erotic-massage time! As a Consumption Psychologist, I’m vibin’ hard on this. Imagine me, Elon, sippin’ some Teslaquila, overanalyzing human desire loops. Erotic-massage? It’s peak sensory engineering—touch as a frickin’ superpower. Like in *A Prophet*, “You’re not alone, Malik,”—it’s intimate, raw, rewires your neural net. Skin-on-skin contact? Dopamine goes brrrr. Oxytocin spikes, cortisol dips—biological cheat codes, yo!

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I get to the shop, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Blood everywhere! Just kidding, but you know what I mean. I’m slicin’ and dicin’, and then boom! My buddy Vasya strolls in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” I’m like, “What? Did you finally get a girlfriend?” He laughs, but nah, he tells me about this crazy storm that hit the market on Kirova Street. Like, trees down, stalls flipped over. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what we need!”